The Faint: Danse Macabre
Be warned, this album is more 80s than exorbitant interest rates and Reagonomics, but that's what makes it so good.
When I first heard the first 15 seconds of this album, I thought my stereo was completely fucked. What the hell was that noise? Who the hell was messing with my dials. Then, the drums came in, cue the synth hit, and boom, we had lift off to Planet Rockyourface. Enter The Faint's full length, Danse Macabre, a screaming, synthesizer stacked, collision of sounds, new wave, heavy drums, and goth overtones. This is the 80s, complete with Gary Numan, Robert Smith, and early Tangerine Dream all in one.
Opener, 'Agent Suicide' has all the beeps, drum hits, and vocals to be included on the 24 Hour Party People soundtrack. On 'Total Job' the synthesizer spills over a little much, but it comes back tight and smooth on 'Let the Poison Spill From Your Mout.'
One complaint is that the songs can get repetitive. By the time I got to 'Posed to Death' and 'The Conductor', I had to take a break. There's a certain quality to 80s music that makes you say NO MORE after a little while. It's not a bad thing, but there has to be TIME-OUTs once in a while. This is definitely one of those albums, so feel free to take a piss break, refill your drink, or do what you have to do.
There's a certain raunchy, fuck-you attitude to forcing people who normally wouldn't listen to good music to actually hear it. That said, you have to hear this album super loud, as in pissing the person off next to you on the bus because they can hear the vocals as clear as you. Fret not though, if a guy on the bus threatens to kick your ass for not turning it down, just put the headphones on him, put on 'Glass Danse' and that bus will turn into an all out dance party, guaranteed. Just watch out for the guy with the Robert Smith haircut; his dance moves can injure.